Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Snow day

Today is a snow day. I love snow days. We took an epic walk on campus and as we were running across Iowa Street I heard a squeak. My human had brought the squeaky ball in her bag and it was bouncing on her back. This made me dance a jig in the middle of Iowa Street and then my human yelled that we had to hurry. Those cars would have stopped. Here's some photos from the walk! Oh! And you know what else? I've been told I'm getting a new bed! A Casper bed. I wonder if that will be like sleeping on a ghost.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Another day in the neighborhood

Sonny and I in December 2013

Good morning. It’s been awhile since I have written you a letter. I am currently composing this in my head while curled up on a fancy human bed at home alone preparing for day nap numero uno. 

I lost my cousin Sonny this week. It turns out he had cancer and likely had it for awhile. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me that when I visited over Christmas. I always thought he was simply a nervous ninny and didn’t understand the value of food, but alas, the real reason came out when he visited the doctor for his eating problem. This will no doubt make his housemates and other cousins super sad as I am. You never know what might be lingering in all of us.

This mornings walk was lovely. I read all the snow cone messages from my elusive neighborhood friends. We rarely see each other in person, but have been in communication via bushes, grass and currently snow cones. It seems that Lola from down the street also tried to nab the carrot from the snowman in Petunia’s yard. I still don’t understand why there would be three round mounds of snow piled up with a hat on and a carrot sticking out of the topmost sphere. I was initially scared of the awkward snow drift, but then I caught a whiff of one of my favorite veggies and rapidly lost my fear. Maybe next time, I’ll manage to grab it as we move by on our morning explorations.

Ok. Time to snooze now. Bye.

Love, Zig

Monday, December 31, 2018

2018 is coming to a close

I love spending time with my family and GOING along!

Christmas in Minnesota is exhausting

I had a lump removed from my side. It was terrible.

Sometimes I get to sneak into the house at Granny's.

I still have the best butt.

I spent my 10th birthday with Pepper. We had a turnip.

Mom still loves me lots.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Friday, December 1, 2017

Happy birthday to me....wahoo!

I'm 63 years young in human years today or 9 years in dog years. Today I got to go to the dog park and play in the yard. I got a squeaky ball and a whole carrot! And I fully intend to hog the bed again tonight.

This is me, looking dapper as I cruise around. All that is missing is a bowtie.

It's a bit hot in Kansas on this Dec. 1

Thursday, October 26, 2017

I'm a good crag dog. Yes, I am.

I don't get worried about Mom when she climbs at all. However, if my butt gets cold, I will go to extreme measures to remedy the situation.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Dearest Zig

Today, you gave me the scare of a lifetime when you thought I was on the 4-wheeler and sprinted off after it towards the corner where the highway meets the gravel road. This is the place numerous pups before you came to their demise. I'm so thankful you managed to hear me with your radar ears, screaming your name as I sprinted after you. I don't know how you heard me, but I'm so glad you did. You deserved this dip in the pond afterwards. -your Mom.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Ready to backpack?

Mom put on my shoes and new raincoat and I immediately turned to stone. I thought we were playing that statue game where you have to hold really still.
Well, maybe I'm not ready. This garb is weird.
At least mom didn’t get the raincoat that had a hood on it. That really would have bothered me.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Happy 8th Birthday!

Today is my EIGHTH birthday! I got a cool present too. My mom is sad I am already 8 years old. If she could turn back time, I'm sure she would. I remember the first walk on a leash 8 years ago at our old house. I didn't know what cars were and they were terrifying. I'm hoping for a carrot treat today! Anyway, here is a video of me opening my present.

At 8 years:
• I put myself to bed before my parents a lot of nights a week
• I love to sleep on a variety of surfaces other than the floor
• Car rides are the best
• I know my own way to the pet store (not that I have had a chance to go there on my own)
• I like food more than I did when I was one
• I sniff more than I run when we go out on early a.m. runs
• I LOVE the mud hole on the levee trail
• Squeaky balls are still the best
• I still have not had to have my teeth professionally cleaned thanks to that awful toothpaste mom uses on me


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Happy Holidays!

Here I am with my fam! Once every few years they (the fam) get it in their heads that I want to visit Santa so I can request my special squeaky balls. BUT little do they know, I am terrified of Santa. I kept it together better this year, but I was quaking in my paws the entire time! Happy Holidays! Love, Zig

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Will you go out with me?

Black Friday is next week. Will you go out with me? #optoutside #imhandsome #stopfastfashion